Clown. Nothing but this. [_Sings_.] John for the king has been in many ballads, John for the king down dino, John for the king has eaten many salads, John for the king sings hey ho.[5.34] Valerius. Thou wouldst have a song, wouldst thou not? Clown. And be everlastingly bound to your honour. I am now forsaking the world and the devil, and somewhat leaning towards the flesh; if you could but teach me how to choose a wench fit for my stature and complexion, I should rest yours in all good offices. Valerius. I’ll do that for thee. What’s thy name? Clown. My name, sir, is Pompey. Valerius. Well then, attend. [_Sings_.] Pompey, I will show thee the way to know A dainty dapper wench. First see her all bare, let her skin be rare, And be touched with no part of the French. Let her eye be clear, and her brows severe. Her eye-brows thin and fine; But if she be a punk, and love to be drunk, Then keep her still from the wine. Let her stature be mean, and her body clean, Thou canst not choose but like her; But see she ha’ good clothes, with a fair Roman nose, For that’s the sign of a striker. Let her legs be small, but not used to sprawl, Her tongue not too loud nor cocket.[5.35] Let her arms be strong, and her fingers long, But not used to dive in pocket. Let her body be long, and her back be strong, With a soft lip that entangles, With an ivory breast, and her hair well dressed Without gold lace or spangles. Let her foot be small, clean-legged withal, Her apparel not too gaudy; And one that hath not been in any house of sin, Nor place that hath been bawdy. Clown. But, God’s me! am I trifling here with you, and dinner cools o’ the table, and I am called to my attendance! O my sweet Lord Valerius! [_Exeunt_. ACT THE THIRD. SCENE I.--_The Senate-house_. _Enter_ Tarquin, Porsenna, Tullia, Sextus, _and_ Aruns. Tarquin. Next King Porsenna, whom we tender dearly, Welcome, young Sextus! thou hast to our yoke Suppressed the neck of a proud nation, The warlike Sabines, enemies to Rome. Sextus. It was my duty, royal emperor, The duty of a subject and a son. We at our mother’s intercession likewise Are now atoned with Aruns, whom we here Receive into our bosom. Tullia. This is done Like a kind brother and a natural son. Aruns. We interchange a royal heart with Sextus, And graft us in your love. Tarquin. Now, King Porsenna, Welcome once more to Tarquin and to Rome. Porsenna. We are proud of your alliance: Rome is ours, And we are Rome’s; this our religious league Shall be carved firm in characters of brass, And live for ever to succeeding times.